Well, hello there, Writing Muse who hijacked my keyboard entirely and demanded that this thing be written..
Prompt December 15th: Occasion
This is a future fic, sticking to canon as far as I know.
Kurt had told his boss he'd be working from home today, but it honestly meant he'd be keeping a quarter of an eye on his email, have his phone on him, but get errands and house cleaning done. He doesn't even feel guilty about it. He's put down so many bonus hours, and walked the extra mile repeatedly, he deserves one lazy day. Rather, one busy day ignoring his work.
He starts the day by changing the sheets on their bed and running a load of laundry. He cleans the bedroom, places candles on shelves and nightstands for later, and adds two new pillows he bought the other day. They're mostly for decoration purposes, and Blaine will probably swallow a comment about how they already need to extricate their bed from under all of Kurt's pillows. But sometimes he just likes to lie comfortable in a pile of soft. Sometimes he needs to hold something close to his chest, when Blaine is touring. And on some particularly intense nights, he needs something to bite, so he doesn't wake anyone up…
After preparing the bedroom, he goes to the market to pick up ingredients for tonight's dinner, and a coffee on his way home to help him keep up the energy. He's not 16 anymore, that's for sure. Blaine had a minor breakdown last year, two days before he turned 30, when he all of a sudden was old and outdated. Kurt comforted him, reminding him of Mick Jagger, Elton John, Bryan Ferry and Robbie Williams – four dashingly handsome men still owning whatever stage they enter in crowded concert arenas. It somehow ended in messy kitchen sex, like the teenagers they once were.
Back home, Kurt has to reply to a couple of work related emails, before he can set the table. He polishes the wine glasses until they sparkle, and he takes the time for some napkin origami. Fresh flowers make the center piece, before he sets the table with everything they need for the three courses he's preparing – a crisp salad, steak - because it's Blaine's favourite - with baked potatoes, vegetables and a red wine-sauce, and Kurt's own cheesecake which Blaine fell in love with right after he fell in love with Kurt.
It takes time to get everything ready, but by the time Blaine should be home, the house is clean, at least 20 candles are lit in the dining room, the spots are dimmed, gentle piano music is tinkling in the background, the wine is aired, and a mix of scents makes Kurt almost drool. Margaret Thatcher is literally drooling, though, and has been kicked out of the kitchen twice. It's important to know that she is not Kurt's dog. Maggie is Blaine's sole responsibility. Well, she isn't entirely awful. But Kurt could go without dog hair in their bed, even if Blaine insists he never lets her sleep there when Kurt's away. Maggie is so spoilt she doesn't ask for permission, but does whatever she wants regardless.
"Honey, I'm home!" Blaine says jokingly from the entry, and Kurt hears the familiar sounds of Blaine's keys landing in the bowl on the shelf, and the squeaky hinges on the wardrobe as Blaine gets out of his coat and scarf. He walks over to him, so he's certain everything will work out as planned.
"Hi you," Blaine beams, and wraps an arm around Kurt's waist to pull him in for a kiss. The other arm is still covered by a coat sleeve.
"Hello there," Kurt murmurs. "Good day at the office?"
Even if Blaine is a recording artist, he has an office where he helps young, aspiring musicians getting started, and he goes there to write music instead of being distracted at home. Sometimes inspiration strikes wherever, but other times he can sit down and work determinedly to get a new song out of his creative mind.
"Mmm, I'm always glad to be in my office, because it means I get to come home to you," Blaine grins against his lips.
"Cheesy!" Kurt scolds, faux appalled. He loves it, though. He loves him. He loves that after so many years, Blaine can still bring out the highschoolers they once were.
"Gosh, something smells great. I'm starving," Blaine comments, sniffing the air as if he was related to Margaret Thatcher, sitting by his feet and waiting to be acknowledged.
"Dinner is all ready," Kurt says, and takes Blaine's hand in his, leading him towards the dinner table.
"Where's Lizzy?" Blaine wonders.
"She's staying the night at Elliot's." Kurt made sure to ask Elliott to take care of their five-year-old three weeks ago, when he started planning this night. She's his goddaughter, after all, and Elliott had happily said Starchild might have a surprise for Stardust. It was enough to make Kurt reconsider his plans, but at least it was easy to wash out the black hairspray after the last time Starchild and Stardust performed something exclusive for Benjamin; Elliott's boyfriend and soon-to-be-fiancé - if only Elliott could work up the nerve. Kurt suspects Benjamin might beat him to it, though.
Kurt pulls out the chair for Blaine, and kisses his temple as he leaves him to retrieve their salads.
"I'm… I'm a little confused," Blaine admits worriedly when Kurt joins him by the table. "I don't remember anything connected to today's date. What's the occasion?"
Kurt had taken time to find the right date for this. He didn't want Blaine to think of any kind of anniversary or jubilee or prior event on this date. He wanted a plain, average, uneventful day with no association to anything. He wanted a clean slate, a white sheet of paper, no history or background. Blaine has a habit of remembering all too well and making an occasion of almost everything, finding all the reasons he can dig up to celebrate. The date for when they first met, when they performed Candles publicly, when they first kissed, when Kurt transferred to McKinley, when Blaine transferred to McKinley, the slushie, their first time, their first I love you's, their first hook-up with each other, the proposal, and so on and so on. And don't get him started on all the reasons to celebrate after they started planning Lizzy…
"No occasion. I just love you," Kurt says easily.
Blaine, who gets up before Kurt on Sundays to make them all breakfast. Blaine, who vacuums every night because he knows Maggie's shedding could annoy Kurt. Blaine, who brings home flowers if Kurt's had a long day at work. Blaine, who randomly pops by Kurt's office with coffee. Blaine, who always offers to get up when Lizzy is sick or have nightmares, because he can adjust his work hours and Kurt can't. Blaine, who watches football with Burt avidly whenever they are in the same room, but never when he's alone with Kurt. Blaine, who does so much for Kurt, and showers him in love every single day. If that's not a special occasion in itself, then Kurt doesn't know what is.
Blaine smiles softly at him, and reaches out a hand for him over the table.
"I love you, too."